The Secret Lives Of Armadillos
Conversation with Sofia last night as she helped me clean up after dinner:
"Thanks for helping me wash the dishes, Sof. It's a big help to mommy."
"Oh sure, sure. You're welcome." She scrubs the bottom of a pan more vigorously.
"I love having help. Who wouldn't, right?"
"Oh sure! And armadillos like lots of help."
"Oh?"
"Yes. They need help with the sponges and the water. They need help with getting alllll cleaned up with da water and da soap." She then appears to be holding the pan like an armadillo, if you can imagine that.
"I didn't know they took baths like that."
"Oh yes! The need all kinds of help and then their little friends get them all cleaned up with the sponge and water and..." and then she begins mumbling something about them going down the path and falling down a hill, but I really can't be sure because she is intently cleaning the pan and has gone into some dishwashing trance. I am all too familiar with that.
"Are we still talking about armadillos?"
"Oh yes. Yes, we are." She smiles and begins dousing herself with the sink sprayer, laughing delightedly.
If only I could enjoy housework as much as she does.
"Thanks for helping me wash the dishes, Sof. It's a big help to mommy."
"Oh sure, sure. You're welcome." She scrubs the bottom of a pan more vigorously.
"I love having help. Who wouldn't, right?"
"Oh sure! And armadillos like lots of help."
"Oh?"
"Yes. They need help with the sponges and the water. They need help with getting alllll cleaned up with da water and da soap." She then appears to be holding the pan like an armadillo, if you can imagine that.
"I didn't know they took baths like that."
"Oh yes! The need all kinds of help and then their little friends get them all cleaned up with the sponge and water and..." and then she begins mumbling something about them going down the path and falling down a hill, but I really can't be sure because she is intently cleaning the pan and has gone into some dishwashing trance. I am all too familiar with that.
"Are we still talking about armadillos?"
"Oh yes. Yes, we are." She smiles and begins dousing herself with the sink sprayer, laughing delightedly.
If only I could enjoy housework as much as she does.
posted by Kristen @ 2:13 PM
6 Comments:
At 9:45 PM,
Anonymous said…
She can pop by my place if she is looking for more...
:-)
At 7:40 AM,
Anonymous said…
Hee!
So that's why I never enjoy cleaning the house...not enough armadillos.
At 9:27 AM,
Anonymous said…
That reminds me of the "armadillo" press release I had to write in a PR class at MCLA. Did you have to write the "armadillo" press release too?
At 6:04 PM,
HLiza said…
Armadillos? I don't know they love to be washed! But when we see things thru a child's eyes..a lot of things are beautiful!
At 8:29 PM,
Kristen said…
Marnie- So long as you don't mind having to re-wash everything. It's totally worth it to hear her tell stories though...:>
Jenny- Yeah, armadillos would make the time just fly by. That and you can frighten them and then when they roll up into a ball you can bowl with them. That would keep the kids entertained for hours.
Jody- You know I never took that class, but someone I knew must have because I swear the "armadillo press release" rings a loud bell. I will be having NASC/MCLA flashbacks later tonight.
Hliza- Sofia is always opening my eyes to new things, that is for sure!
At 5:25 PM,
Anonymous said…
This sounds insane to write it down but my father was actually a sort-of professional armadillo racer. I'll hav to get my mom to take some pictures of his ring (the prizes are rings that look like...um...armadillos.)
This seems weird, right?
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